Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 180 Geniuses Help Unreasonable Creatures
"Please briefly introduce yourself."

Facing the camera, Simon rubbed his hands nervously, he was a little nervous.

Everything unfamiliar made him nervous, and he'd been exposed to too many unfamiliar things in the past few hours.

He had no choice but to hold the ceramic doll tightly in his arms. It was a relic left to him by his parents. He always carried it with him because it gave him a sense of security.

Seeing that the contestant was speechless for a long time, the staff responsible for interviewing him scratched his head and began to recall what was taught in the previous training.

What should we do with contestants who don’t want to be interviewed?

By the way, start with something he is familiar with.

"The doll you are holding is very unique. Can you tell me about its origin?"

"It's a gift from Mom and Dad to Simon," Simon finally said, "It contains materials that I can't master yet."

"Is it Mithril or Adamantite?"

The staff took it for granted that the item they held so carefully in their arms must be a very valuable material.

Mithril and adamantium are the most expensive forging materials that most people know.

The former represents the highest magic resistance among metals, while the latter has the best magic conduction ability.

Both have high strength and excellent ductility.

In various legends, the magical weapons that the protagonists fished out from unknown mountain valleys are most likely made of one of these two materials.

"No, it's filled with Orly crystals," Simon replied.

"What is Orly Crystal?" The staff tried hard to recall the knowledge points in the manual. During the training, they were made aware of various basic materials and knowledge points related to forging.

But after thinking about it for a long time, I still have no idea what an Orly crystal is.

"A mineral with low hardness and brittleness." Simon said.

"Isn't that right?"

"Very unsuitable for forging," Simon said calmly.

Orly crystal, once considered a gem, is a type of crystal and has been used to make handicrafts.

Later, with the development of mining technology, it was discovered that this substance had extremely rich reserves in mines more than 600 meters deep.

Its status quickly declined from a gem to a broken stone.

The process of its value fluctuations is very similar to that of aluminum. In the past, due to insufficient smelting technology, aluminum was once a precious metal more expensive than gold.

Anyone who can afford aluminum basins and bowls at home is definitely a nobleman.

However, after technological iteration, it immediately became rotten and cheap.

But aluminum is still a widely used metal, and Orly crystals really have no use at all so far.

"Then why?" The staff was a little confused by Simon's words.

Precious materials left by my parents, but of little use.

"I want to prove its worth," Simon's tone suddenly became firm, "so I want to use this competition as an opportunity to understand the dwarven craftsmanship. I want to learn more."

"So you're participating in this competition for the purpose of technical exchange?"

The staff has already started thinking about the role setting for this contestant during post-production editing.

Little messenger of peace exchange?
Sounds pretty good.

Not too eye-catching, but not too wrong either.

"Partly, the other part is to prove that Ms. Antinoya was wrong about me."

"Antinoya thinks there's something wrong with your craftsmanship?"

"She said I was the best craftsman in the Silver City."

"Ah?" The staff felt that they could never keep up with the thought process of this little elf.

What do you mean? Someone says you are the best in town, you have to prove her wrong.

How to prove that the game is a bad one?

This unfortunate elf must have just entered puberty and is being rebellious.

"I am not only the best craftsman in the Silver City-State," Simon no longer had the timid feeling he had just had. Instead, he had an air of dominance that no one else could do better than him. "I am the best craftsman in the world, bar none."

mad!
The staff member's eyes lit up instantly, as she finally caught something alive in the interview.

The other three contestants were very polite when they were interviewed. They didn't dare to say that they would definitely win, or that the dwarves and the elves would definitely be inferior to the other, for fear of being humiliated after the competition.

How satisfying it is to talk trash, and how exciting it is to be punished by public opinion when you lose.

You have to be young.

He spoke without thinking ahead or behind, and the staff immediately changed the positioning of Simon as a little ambassador of peace exchange.

The big devil won, but the clown lost!

Anyway, it’s not a loss for the program team.

"Do you have anything to say to the other contestants?"

"Are you all here to compete for second place?" Simon said without thinking.

The staff wanted to hug him and give him a kiss. For variety shows, having work to do is more important than having the ability.

"The contestants are ready to go on stage. The contestants are ready to go on stage."

The voice of the executive director came through the sound transmission spell.

"Simon, please follow me to the entrance and wait here for a moment."

In the studio, the host shouted with great emotion: "And the last one, contestant No. 4, is Simon Oakleaf, a 56-year-old talented elf boy from the Silver City State who is expected to become the leader of the elf craftsmen in the future."

"Ha, this name sounds like a dwarf. You know, there was a dwarf hero named Oakenshield." Barn joked on the judges' seat.

"Go on stage!" The staff pushed Simon into the studio.

Suddenly illuminated by the light, he was a little dazed at first, then he noticed the dazzling array of equipment, just like Jerry seeing cheese, he couldn't take his eyes off.

Simon walked straight to his workstation, he liked forging equipment.

The equipment here is much better than what he has used before, it is so beautiful, this is the beauty of craftsmanship.

He stroked the furnace obsessively, and because he was too absorbed in it, his hands and feet looked a little uncoordinated.

"You wouldn't send an elf with clumsy hands and feet to compete, would you? That would make our victory as dwarves meaningless. Of course, the best craftsman among the elves is no match for the dwarves."

Barn is still continuing to output.

"Why are you targeting a young elf so much?" Antinoya said, "Are you afraid that he will be the most difficult one to deal with, and in the end you will have to watch the dwarves lose to an elf child."

Barn said stubbornly, "How is that possible? Am I that kind of dwarf? I just can't bear to see the elves lose so badly."

Having said that, he was indeed a little panicked, as he saw his younger self in Simon.

Same obsession, same focus.

It's best not to have the same technology.

It's not that old Barn is conceited, but if he were really a few decades younger, he would not be able to deal with the two dwarf players on the field.

"Now let me announce the topic of this game, Kamala Straight Knife!"

A projection of the straight knife was released on the scene.

Straight rectangular blade, very thin, edged on one side.

In the common language, knife and sword are the same word, without distinguishing between single-edged and double-edged ones, so there is a phrase like double-edged sword.

The name of the Kamara straight knife sounds very professional, but it is actually just a machete.

It was named after the famous barbarian Kamala who used it.

His debut battle was against a small gang of more than ten orcs on the street alone, and he became famous in one battle.

I picked up this knife from a fruit stall on the street. After I won, I kept using it because I believed that this kind of knife would bring me luck.

The machete also changed its appearance and got a new name, the Camara straight knife. Later, there were clear shape standards, certified by the knife maker's guild, length, width, thickness, handle material, the tip of the knife must be right angles, and the blade must be convexly ground...

In short, a lot of rules forcibly separate this machete from the general category of machetes.

If they don’t do this, how can the expertise of these experienced knife makers be demonstrated?

"The first round requires that you produce a knife blank that meets the requirements according to the shape standard of Kamara's straight knife. The time limit is 3 hours. The timer starts now!"

As soon as the host finished speaking, the huge hourglass in front of the studio turned over and fine sand began to flow.

"Wait!" a dwarf contestant shouted, "No materials were provided? We can't conjure a knife out of thin air."

“The materials are already in front of you.”

The host kicked the treasure chest monster on the ground as he spoke, then visibly jumped back a small step out of fear.

This segment has been rehearsed twice, but he is always worried that the treasure chest monster will bite him.

The treasure chest monster that was kicked opened its mouth wide and spit out saw blades all over the ground.

Or the saw blade will be worn out and damaged after long-term use.

The fine tradition of the sword-forging competition is to use materials that are unusual and strange for the contestants.

"That's all the materials, 'fancy' saw blades. You're welcome. I hope you can turn them into passable knives."

The host's mission is completed and he turns around and leaves.

Several contestants looked at each other in bewilderment. They didn't expect that the program team was so generous with the equipment, but had problems with the materials.

Simon was the first to react. He walked quickly forward and picked out a saw blade that was not heavily rusted.

It doesn't matter whether it breaks into pieces or not, as they will all melt together in the end. The key is that there shouldn't be too much rust, otherwise it will take a lot of time to remove the rust. Three hours is still very tight for forging a knife blank.

Simon has entered the working state. Being able to concentrate on work is a talent.

He would become so absorbed in his work that he became unaware of the passage of time.

For most people, this state is hard to come by, but for Simon, he can maintain it as long as he stands at his workstation.

Seeing Simon's actions, the other contestants immediately reacted and stepped forward to choose the saw blades.

The slowest dwarf was left with only a handful of rusty materials and had to start from polishing.

"Oh, it seems that the so-called competitive spirit of the dwarves is not that great. They just gave away the initiative like that." Antinoya said.

"But it seems that the player who has the advantage is about to give it up." Barn said bluntly.

He had noticed the elf's operational error.

All contestants chose to put the broken saw blades into a tin can and fill it with iron filings.

This seems to be the most convenient way to turn saw blades into steel ingots.

But the elf did not put any insulating materials in the tin.

"He's going to have a lot of trouble getting out of the can later," Baines said with a hint of sarcasm.

Antinoya rarely refuted, because she also knew that this was a big mistake.

The outer iron can will not be part of the knife blank and will affect the strength of the knife body, so it must be removed during the forging process.

However, without any isolation layer, it is easy for the outer layer and the inner layer to be welded together, making it difficult to peel off.

Both dwarf players carefully coated the inside of the tin with an isolating fluid, an invention of a dwarf alchemist that could theoretically effectively isolate the inner and outer layers, but only in theory.

"Well done, you are indeed an excellent dwarf craftsman!"

Baines clapped excitedly.

"I'll tell you in secret, this step is written in the entry-level training for dwarven craftsmen. It seems that your basic training in the Silver City-State is not good enough."

It was not easy for Antinoya to not talk back for once, but Barn couldn't just say a word and let it go.

"Wait, what is Simon doing?" Antinoya suddenly exclaimed.

Baines looked over as well.

I saw Simon stuffing paper into the tin box.

"Hahaha! Stuffing paper, does he want to use paper as an isolation layer? So creative. This is the most comedic idea I have seen in the past ten years. How did he come up with this idea?" Barn laughed.

There were even a few drops of cold sweat on Antinoya's forehead.

It seems that the other elf player has already lost most of the battle. Will his last hope also fall here?

Even if we can't win the championship, but two elves fell in the first two rounds and there was a dwarf civil war in the last round, that would be too embarrassing for the elves.

She regrets it.

The other elves in the city told her that Simon was the best craftsman now and had made a name for himself in the past two years, so she believed it without making a serious investigation.

Come to think of it, a 56-year-old elf was in a confused state for the first thirty years, and his brain did not develop fully in the last twenty years. No matter how talented he is, what level can he reach?

Barn started with a little science sharing session.

"Although I haven't tried using paper, I can guarantee with my hundreds of years of blacksmithing experience that doing so will definitely leave debris and slag in the pot, making it difficult to fuse."

Although Simon started first, his progress was the slowest.

Every step he took was methodical. He was totally unlike the other contestants who were in a hurry. It seemed that the 3-hour time limit had no effect on him and everything was under control.

The other elf's tin had completely turned into a lump of iron and could not be separated at all. He was sweating profusely from being roasted by the fire and had lost his elf-like demeanor.

Finally, I even gave up using a hammer to remove the cans and decided to use a grinder to grind off the outer layer.

However, contrary to Barn's expectations, the other two dwarves also had difficulty in removing the jars.

The sound of heavy hammering came one after another. Even with an excellent enchanted hammer, it was quite difficult to hammer off the iron can.

A little better than the elves, but not much.

Baine slapped his thigh anxiously, "They were too hasty when applying the isolation fluid and didn't wait for it to dry completely before putting down the saw blade."

Or let the countdown mess up the rhythm.

It's shameful that we represented Dwarf Craft on the last show and the result was such a disaster. How will we be able to sell it at a good price in the future?

Unlike the anxious judges, Drogo was almost laughing to death.

That’s absolutely right, that’s how it should be.

Based on his understanding of the audience, they are much more interested in watching people make fools of themselves than in showing off their skills.

In the chaotic studio, Simon began his can-taking session.

He gathered his light blond hair back and tied it with a string.

He held the tin can with pliers and had a confident smile on his face.

This innocent smile made Barn lose confidence.

No way, he wouldn't really take off the can with just a few pieces of paper, right?
Impossible, absolutely impossible!

However, under Barn's gaze, Simon raised his right hand high and then quickly dropped it.

With just one hammer, the tin became as obedient as a well-trained puppy and fell off in one piece.

"Huh?" Baines was surprised.

First of all, why.

Secondly, he realized that after the show was broadcast, the dwarf's isolation fluid business would probably be over.

Simon's subsequent operation was even more exaggerated. It only took him a few hammers to hammer the iron ingot into the shape of a blade.

Skilled and confident, his movements were so smooth that even Barn was ashamed of himself.

He couldn't understand how big this little elf was. Was this something that an ordinary genius boy could explain?

This is not about learning quickly, this is about not forgetting everything!

(End of this chapter)